Ahri had always felt a strange
connection to the magical world around her; a connection that was
somehow incomplete. Deep inside, she felt the skin she had been born
into was an ill fit for her and dreamt of one day becoming human. Her
goal seemed forever out of reach, until she happened upon the wake of a
human battle. It was a grisly scene, the land obscured by the forms of
wounded and dying soldiers. She felt drawn to one: a robed man encircled
by a waning field of magic whose life was quickly slipping away. She
approached him and something deep inside of her triggered, reaching out
to the man in a way she couldn't understand. His life essence poured
into her, carried on invisible strands of magic. The sensation was
intoxicating and overwhelming. As her reverie faded, she was delighted
to discover that she had changed. Her sleek white fur had receded and
her body was long and lithe, the shape of the humans who lay scattered
about her.

However, though she appeared human, she knew that in truth the
transformation was incomplete. A cunning creature, she adapted herself
to the customs of human society and used her profound gift of beauty to
attract unsuspecting men. She could consume their life essences when
they were under the spell of her seductive charms. Feeding on their
desires brought her closer to her dream, but as she took more lives, a
strange sense of regret began to well within her. She had reservations
about actions which never troubled her as a fox. She realized that she
could not overcome the pangs of her evolving morality. In search of a
solution, Ahri found the Institute of War, home of the most gifted mages. They offered her a chance to attain her humanity without further harm through service in the League of Legends.